Life With My Son Thus Far

So, this is Mr. Twister today.  A bright and wonderful 13 year old little man.  He was born happy, healthy, a bit jaundice, and right on time.  He was the perfect first baby that a mother could ask for.  A very easy pregnancy and birth.  As he was growing and getting to know his environment, me being a young and not very educated as to how things should go with babies, thought that my son was just being a boy and not hitting the milestones as he should.  I was very truthful to the doctors about what he was doing and not doing, but no one ever suggested to see a specialist or other doctors.  I heard that he would be a basketball player one time since he was high in that percentile.  I took him to his kindergarten screening and they said he was not ready yet and that he should go into an ECE program.  He got through the program with flying colors and his teachers just loved him.  In kindergarten his teacher was wondering why he would not play with his peers and asked if he had friends to play with.  I told him that he had access to the kids in his church program where we went to, but not many kids in the neighborhood.  It wasn't until his second half of fifth grade when his teacher and a bunch of others and I had got together to have a meeting about his inability to focus.  I was very upset at the thought that they wanted him on meds.  This actually turned to be a blessing in disguise.  We went to his family doctor and he recommended a WONDERFUL child psychiatrist.  In ONE meeting he not only knew that my son did have ADHD, but also asked me what I thought about Autism as a diagnosis.  I immediately started to cry and asked if I could hug the doctor.  He stated that my son was on the spectrum as PDD-NOS.  He was floored that the Children's Hospital here diagnosed him wrong as having mild mental retardation.  So, then it was off to another facility to firmly have the diagnosis, which of course it was.  I cried to much again since we finally had the diagnosis that I had known for a few years since doing my research on my own.  Then the shoe dropped.  My son was almost twelve and the cut off for in home therapy was age 8 in my state.  SIGH AND DOUBLE GRR!!  The only thing that stopped me from really getting upset was his progress in the school that he was in from kindergarten.  He went from being quiet and in a shell, to a talkative and interactive little dude.  So, in a nutshell, this is the story of Mr. Twister thus far.  I cannot wait to see what these years of his life will bring.

Until Laterz,
Insomnamom